Dark Devotion

*Not a fanfic**Also on Wattpad**Andy Biersack is on the cover because he's casted as James Black.*This is a dark story of obsession and murder. (& a lot of drama)Rebecca has been married for four years, and her marriage is at it's worse. She fears her marriage will soon fall to ruin, she's stuck between bitterness and depression. Then a tall, blue-eyed, mysterious stranger moves into her neighborhood, his darkness captures her immediately. From the very first second James laid eyes upon Rebecca, he knew he had to have her. She's stuck in an unhappy place, and he's just the person to set her free. But in the end, what will James have done to achieve his beloved Rebecca? Does she really know James the way she thinks she does? Or is he something she never expected? Will this not so innocent affair end with deadly consequences?Getting James into her bed wasn't hard, it's getting rid of him that's the hard part.

24. Chapter Twenty-Four

A few days after seeing James at Amy's funeral, I see James sitting on my couch once again. I have no idea how he keeps getting in, this time I was sure to lock the door. There is no end to this, he won't leave me alone. Why is he doing this? I made it clear how I feel about him, he knows I hate him.

"James!" My anger rises, I want to fucking strangle him in this moment. "Get the fuck out of here! What the fuck is wrong you?" I walk up to him, stomping the entire way. "I don't want you in my home."

"Calm down."

"No, I don't want you here. I won't calm down."

He looks up at me, an almost excited look on his face, "But, I have an idea who's been calling you."

"That's low and you know it," I sneer, "You think I'll forgive you for what you did, you're wrong. Even if you did know, which I doubt, it wouldn't change anything."

I glare at him with contempt, "Oh my God, Rebecca, will you just fucking stop. I'm sorry I did that, I'm sorry I read your diary. I am. But, I want to help you."

He puts his hand on my shoulder which I quickly push off, "I don't want your help. I slept with you, you were a consequence of my lust, nothing more. Try and get that through that pretty head of your's."

"You think I'm pretty," he says teasingly.

He turns his attention to the hall, which he starts to walk towards. "What are you doing?" I follow behind him. He stops at that door. I freeze. It had been a whole year since that damn door had been opened, neither I or John could bring ourselves to open it. Too much pain rests within that room.

He places his hand on the handle, "No, James, don't." But it was too late, he was already in the room before I could even finish my sentence.

I explode with anger and follow him inside the room. "Don't you give a damn about anyone's feelings?! Don't you...

I stop as I look around the room, "Oh God," I sigh. An unused baby crib sits against the wall, the room is painted a bright yellow color, several stuffed toys and animals sit on shelves. "I can't be in here." I go to leave, but find my legs won't move. "Damn you, James." I gasp.

I reach out and grab the yellow baby blanket that lay in the crib. "I decided on yellow because I wanted to be surprised, I didn't want to know the gender of my baby until I laid eyes on...I was going to have the prettiest little baby. He or she was never going to have to feel unloved like me, I was going to see to that."

He grabs my hand, "Don't you fucking touch me!" I yell at him hatefully. "Why did you have to come in here? Why, James, why?" I crumple to the ground. I try to get up, but my body refuses to cooperate. I find myself so light headed that I'm barely conscious.

James picks me up, scooping me up in his arms he holds me, my head rests against his chest. "Put me down," I mumble.

He carries me towards my bedroom. I hit, yeah right, more like tap my hand against his chest. "I have legs, I can walk myself to my room."

"Yeah, you really look like you can walk," he replies.

Finally, when we reach my room, he lays me down on the bed gently and before I can say another word, he disappears into the hall. A few moments later he returns with a glass of water, he sits down next to me on the edge of the bed. James goes to put the glass to my lips, but I turn my head stubbornly.

"I don't want anything from you."

"Rebecca, I'm not a monster like you might think." He puts it to my lips, "Come on, drink it." I take a small sip so he'll just leave me alone. "You know, I didn't intend for that to happen."

"No," I scoff, "You don't ever mean for anything to happen."

He puts the glass onto the table and gets up. I start to ask him where he's going, but I decide I don't really care and I just sit back silently. This time it took longer for him to return and now he's carrying what appears to be a folder with him. James tosses the folder onto the bed.

"What's this?" I ask.

"I don't know, I found it in the baby crib."

I run my fingers across the dark blue folder, "How did it get in there?"

James looks at me defensively, "How should I know? Maybe your husband is who you should ask."

James takes a seat on the bed, he tells me to open it and I do. Several photos rest in the left pocket of the folder, my eyes scan over them quickly. I pull them out to get a better look. I hold about twenty or more photos in my hand of John and other women.

James looks at the photos with me, "How did she even get in that position?" James says in fake astonishment. I glare at him over my shoulder letting him know this isn't the time to try and be funny.

The last two photos send shivers down my spine. "That's Amy," James says stating the obviously. "I have eyes too James."

I shove the photos into the folder and toss the folder onto the nightstand. I start to laugh, "Yeah, of course, he fucked Amy too. Almost every man fucked Amy, including you." I spat at James.